After the 15th Apocalypse I came of age and out of my shell, washed up on some beach where they wear no clothes. It was the tradition then to send the enemies of truth (typically ceremonial leaders) out to sea strapped to kayaks. We sat round an open fire, eating fresh Tuna, shellfish and combed seaweed that drifted in with the waves. Someone found a washed up Cell Phone dating from the third Apocalypse and switched it on. I took 'my baby' by the hand and led her to a half fallen wooden structure reaching out the sea on the beach. She switched on the cell phone and we followed the instructions - they went something like this.....
Wednesday 26 October 2016
After the 15th Apocalypse
After the 15th Apocalypse
After the 15th Apocalypse I came of age and out of my shell, washed up on some beach where they wear no clothes. It was the tradition then to send the enemies of truth (typically ceremonial leaders) out to sea strapped to kayaks. We sat round an open fire, eating fresh Tuna, shellfish and combed seaweed that drifted in with the waves. Someone found a washed up Cell Phone dating from the third Apocalypse and switched it on. I took 'my baby' by the hand and led her to a half fallen wooden structure reaching out the sea on the beach. She switched on the cell phone and we followed the instructions - they went something like this.....
Text by Trev Teasdel
After the 15th Apocalypse I came of age and out of my shell, washed up on some beach where they wear no clothes. It was the tradition then to send the enemies of truth (typically ceremonial leaders) out to sea strapped to kayaks. We sat round an open fire, eating fresh Tuna, shellfish and combed seaweed that drifted in with the waves. Someone found a washed up Cell Phone dating from the third Apocalypse and switched it on. I took 'my baby' by the hand and led her to a half fallen wooden structure reaching out the sea on the beach. She switched on the cell phone and we followed the instructions - they went something like this.....
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